Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
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Kerry Greenwood<br />
‘Hmm. Two passports, I see. One British, one Greek. Looks<br />
like the same photograph.’ Phryne looked at the dead man’s<br />
face: serious <strong>and</strong> very young, dark <strong>and</strong> Middle Eastern. ‘His<br />
visa, about to run out, as you said. A pen knife, a wallet, a purse<br />
which closes with rings—I’ve never seen a man with a purse like<br />
that—a packet of Woodbines <strong>and</strong> a box of wax matches. Purse<br />
contains five pence ha’penny. Wallet contains several letters in<br />
a language which I don’t know, a script I don’t know, either. It<br />
must be Hebrew—it’s not Greek, anyway, Jack dear.’<br />
‘And these scraps, which is more of it, whatever it is. Plus<br />
these drawings. They look old,’ said Jack gloomily.<br />
Phryne unfolded a piece of parchment, <strong>and</strong> stared at the<br />
drawing. It was inked in black <strong>and</strong> coloured in red <strong>and</strong> gold.<br />
It seemed to show a red lion being burned on a golden fire.<br />
Underneath were letters. Aur, she read. ‘Hmm. That’s Latin for<br />
gold. There’s a lot more but it makes no sense, at least not to<br />
me. I need a classicist. What did your experts say, Jack?’<br />
‘We asked one of our own members, he can read Hebrew,<br />
<strong>and</strong> he says it don’t make sense, it’s just a jumble of letters, like<br />
a code.’<br />
‘And the Latin?’<br />
‘Haven’t seen about that yet. Do you want to do me a favour,<br />
Miss Fisher? I don’t want to put all this through the evidence book<br />
in case it proves to be something which might cause a breach of<br />
the peace. So I’ll lend it to you, if you guarantee to let me know<br />
what it’s about if it’s germane to the case. Is it a deal?’<br />
‘You’re trusting me very far, Jack dear,’ said Phryne gently.<br />
He took her h<strong>and</strong> <strong>and</strong> clasped it. His forgettable face was<br />
blank with worry.<br />
‘I do trust you,’ he said. ‘Is it a deal?’<br />
‘Deal,’ said Phryne. ‘And I know just the man to ask.’